Fever

Started with a spark, a dream to ignite, Built a world of justice, truth shining bright. But power whispers sweet, its voice in your ear, A promise of control, a crown made of fear. Glitch in the system, the cracks start to show, Corruption in the circuits, it's taking hold. Neon lights flicker, the code's turning grey, Once you've tasted power, it won't go away. It's a fever, it's a fire, burning up the throne, Building empires on the ashes of your soul. Oh, the climb feels so divine, but you're never alone, Power corrupts, it'll turn you to stone. "Power, power, power corrupts..." Was it worth the cost? A kingdom of lies? Broken connections, hearts weaponized. The rhythm of ambition keeps pulling you in, But the bassline reminds you of the price of the win. Circuits fried, the system's down, Falling from your tower, crashing to the ground. The echo of your reign, just a hollow sound, The power that you craved has pulled you underground. It's a fever, it's a fire, burning up the throne, Building empires on the ashes of your soul. Oh, the climb feels so divine, but you're never alone, Power corrupts, it'll turn you to stone. [Soft, haunting synth fades] Neon dreams shattered, a warning unknown, Power corrupts... when you're all on your own.